03:21 am - Terribly Listy LiveJournalcoreSo a week and a half ago, I asked water_of_fire (L) to come see Nightmare of You with me. Luckily, she was currently in the habit of accepting bizarre invitations. Even more luckily, she did not wake up the next morning and decide it was a horrible idea, and instead we e-mailed in the interim. I told her to remain deliberately ignorant of Nightmare of You (and I did not listen to any songs but the one Pandora have given me), which meant she didn't even look at the opening bands...one of which was Plushgun, a band she had recently discovered through this video portrait of Zachary Quinto being covered in milk. Now she was really excited!

And we had a great night. Check out all these gerunds and participles, yo.

hugging L for the first time and discovering she's a great hugger

examining the menu at La Mediterranee and having no clue what to order because everything looked good

having a hibiscus cooler ordered for me because, according to L, I was having one

drinking a sweet, red liquid that was like drinking perfume or a flower

being asked what I did when I wasn't listening to bands that didn't exist yet

enlightening L about the violation of point-of-view in The Eyre Affair that pissed me off

explaining what unreliable narrators are and how much I heart them

L tasting my lemon chicken soup and deeming it terrible, she would finish it for me

trying the very tangy, tart lemon chicken soup that was interesting for a few sips but too sour to finish

devouring chicken pomegranate with meat that just fell off the bone

convincing L to watch Lost because it is just that awesome (and explaining OMGWTFPOLARBEAR in the process)

mocking opener Brian Bonz, who L thought looked like a wildly overgrown nine-year-old and I thought looked no older than fourteen

attempting and failing to appreciate his overblown, I-wish-I-was-Ben-Gibbard sincerity

watching L's delight at seeing Plushgun live

declaring Plushgun to be totally adorable, as during one song the lead singer threw glowsticks into the audience and during another, he played ukulele while the guitarist playing the portable glockenspiel

rather enjoying the fun, catchy synthpop, which L described as "terribly emo cuddlecore" because she wanted to punch them and put them all in her pocket

getting some air and avoiding the hipsters

convincing L that she had to buy the shirt designed by the guitarist who would totally steal her eyeliner

seeing L actually talk to said guitarist and admire his tattoos

patiently holding various layers of clothing as she removed them to show him her own tattoo

the guitarist pulling his shirt up to display the backwards Gothic lettering across his chest

telling L she had to wear the shirt the next time I saw her since it was clear there would be a next time

getting complimented on my shirt by the merch guy

being poked by the guitarist of Plushgun before I left so he could tell me he liked my shirt

L declaring that she would be my pet Goth

declaring that I would be her pet fanboy

sealing the deal with a high-five and a fist-bump

being thanked a million billion times for bringing her out

enjoying Nightmare of You's performance of "My Name Is Trouble," the one great song I knew and none of the others lived up to

realizing that "I Want to Be Buried in Your Backyard" sounded like it could be a Smiths song

L agreeing and pegging the next song as a Cure song

leaving before the show was over but picking up the first Nightmare of You CD since all the songs I liked were on it, whereas I was meh on all the songs he said were new

Thursday Next is a first-person limited narrator, but toward the end—I forget the details, but it's when someone goes into Jane Eyre—there is a chapter comprising entirely events she did not witness. And it's written as if she were there with the character and knowing what he or she was thinking. Oh! And I think, in addition, throughout the book, she gives other people's feelings and thoughts. It's as if Fforde wrote the book from a third-person omniscient POV and then changed it to first-person limited afterward but did a poor job cleaning it up. Really annoying.

Mmmm, La Mediterranee. The one in Berkeley? One of my favorite Sunday afternoon things to do was to go to Comic Relief to pick up my weekly pull list, then hike it up to College, lunch at LaMed, then go into Your Basic Bird, play with all the parrots (and oooh and aaaah over the rescued kitties) and cockatiels and then finish by buying my cat and dog some toys. Then I'd cruise down half a block to Dish and look at all the overpriced clothing and wait for the owner of the store to be snide at me so I could roll my eyes and leave (seriously, she's the rudest person EVER to anyone over a size 2). After that? Obscure foreign films at the Elmwood!

(and oooh and aaaah over the rescued kitties) WE DID THAT TOO! Well, not L and I, but I was up there before going into the city with some friends, and the kitties were sooooo cute. And the birds were sooooo loud.

That sounds like a good Sunday afternoon plan. My comic book store is Dr. Comics on Piedmont.

enlightening L about the violation of point-of-view in The Eyre Affair that pissed me off

But I love The Eyre Affair! I get what you're saying and I was a bit O.o when I noticed it but I figure if I can handwave the inconsistencies on SPN and Leverage, I can do it for the book as well. This reminds me, I should find the other Thursday Next books.